The Dodger returned: accompanied by a very sprightly young friend,
whom Oliver had seen smoking on the previous night, and who was now
formally introduced to him as Charley Bates. The four sat down, to
breakfast, on the coffee, and some hot rolls and ham which the Dodger
had brought home in the crown of his hat.
"Well," said the Jew,
glancing slyly at Oliver, and addressing himself to the Dodger, "I hope
you've been at work this morning, my dears?"
"Hard," replied the Dodger.
"As Nails," added Charley Bates.
"Good boys, good boys!" said the Jew. "What have you got, Dodger?"
"A couple of pocket-books," replied that young gentleman.
"Lined?" inquired the Jew, with eagerness.
"Pretty well," replied the Dodger, producing two pocketbooks; one green, and the other red.
"Not
so heavy as they might be," said the Jew, after looking at the insides
carefully; "but very neat and nicely made. Ingenious workman, ain't he,
Oliver?"
"Very, indeed, sir," said Oliver. At which Mr. Charles
Bates laughed uproariously; very much to the amazement of Oliver, who
saw nothing to laugh at, in anything that had passed.
"And what have you got, my dear?" said Fagin to Charley Bates.
"Wipes," replied Master Bates; at the same time producing four pocket-handkerchiefs.
"Well,"
said the Jew, inspecting them closely; "they're very good ones, very.
You haven't marked them well, though, Charley; so the marks shall be
picked out with a needle, and we'll teach Oliver how to do it. Shall us,
Oliver, eh? Ha! ha! ha!"
"If you please, sir," said Oliver.
"You'd like to be able to make pocket-handkerchiefs as easy as Charley Bates, wouldn't you, my dear?" said the Jew.
"Very much, indeed, if you'll teach me, sir," replied Oliver.
Master
Bates saw something so exquisitely ludicrous in this reply that he
burst into another laugh; which laugh, meeting the coffee he was
drinking, and carrying it down some wrong channel, very nearly
terminated in his premature suffocation.
"He is so jolly green!" said Charley when he recovered, as an apology to the company for his unpolite behaviour.
The
Dodger said nothing, but he smoothed Oliver's hair over his eyes, and
said he'd know better, by-and-bye; upon which the old gentleman,
observing Oliver's colour mounting, changed the subject by asking
whether there had been much of a crowd at the execution that morning?
This made him wonder more and more; for it was plain from the replies of
the two boys that they had both been there; and Oliver naturally
wondered how they could possibly have found time to be so very
industrious.
When the breakfast was cleared away, the merry old
gentleman and the two boys played at a very curious and uncommon game,
which was performed in this way. The merry old gentleman, placing a
snuff-box in one pocket of his trousers, a note-case in the other, and a
watch in his waistcoat pocket, with a guard-chain round his neck, and
sticking a mock diamond pin in his shirt: buttoned his coat tight round
him, and putting his spectacle-case and handkerchief in his pockets,
trotted up and down the room with a stick, in imitation of the manner in
which old gentlemen walk about the streets any hour in the day.
Sometimes he stopped at the fire-place, and sometimes at the door,
making believe that he was staring with all his might into shop-windows.
At such times he would look constantly round him, for fear of thieves,
and would keep slapping all his pockets in turn, to see that he hadn't
lost anything, in such a very funny and natural manner, that Oliver
laughed till the tears ran down his face. All this time, the two boys
followed him closely about: getting out of his sight, so nimbly, every
time he turned round, that it was impossible to follow their motions. At
last, the Dodger trod upon his toes, or ran upon his boot accidentally,
while Charley Bates stumbled up against him behind; and in that one
moment they took from him, with the most extraordinary rapidity,
snuff-box, note-case, watch-guard, chain, shirt-pin,
pocket-handkerchief, even the spectacle-case. If the old gentleman felt a
hand in any one of his pockets, he cried out where it was; and then the
game began all over again.
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Til brug for hyldesttalen til vinderen af Weekendavisens Litteraturpris, Yahya Hassan, holdt i går og trykt i avisen i dag, spurgte jeg på Facebook efter oversættelser af navnet på den unge tyvekonge i Charles Dickens' Oliver Twist. "The Artful Dodger", der kom der en god og sjov og arbejdsom tråd ud af:
1. Den Lynende Lusker (Bo hr. Hansen)
2. Den Langfingrede Løjser (Sven Ørnø)
3. Mestersmutteren (Hans-Henrik T. Ohlsen)
Spørgsmål på en bibliotekslukket søndag: Hvad hedder The Artful Dodger i danske oversætelser af Oliver Twist?
Hans-Henrik T Ohlsen http://books.google.dk/books?id=Yx2CaGAS5pUC&pg=PA41...
books.google.dk
050812Jørgen Erik Nielsen (JEN) var et højt skattet medlem af Dickens Selskabet ...See More
Lars Bukdahl Ja, i gennemgangen af oversættelser i ht's link (tak for det! jeg har bogen i en fjern flyttekasse) hedder han mestendels Luredrejeren og en enkelt gang Rævepelsen (Moltkes løsning er sprunget over i scanningen) - men vi burde da kunne finde på noget bedre, lad alle gruble!
Bo Steen Jensen artful kan oversættes med finurlig. - men rammer ind i idiom "fuld af numre eller fantasifuld- Lars Bukdahl Den Listige (rimer endda lidt på Twist) (ikke Undviger men måske) Smutter (hvis ikke Forputter) ! ! ? ? (udtrykket er jo fra Dickens' hånd ikke idiomatisk, det bliver det først bagefter)
- Lars Bukdahl Ja, jeg var også inde over kunstfærdige, som vel er en slags undersættelse, men en god én i sin skæve direktehed, der får den intrigante/intrikate omhu med
- Hans-Henrik T Ohlsen Jeg opfatter Dodger som en/noget der kommer tæt på noget (andet) men undgår det i sidste øjeblik, near hit-and-run så at sige.
- Lars Bukdahl Ja, han er vel simpelthen god til at slippe væk, både i en konkret lommetyvesituation og fra ordensmagten som sådan
- Hans-Henrik T Ohlsen Mestersmutteren, for at bruge dit ordvalg? Lyder nu lidt mere pudsigt end alvorligt for mig, det han laver er ikke smart eller kækt, konsekvenserne er slemme nok.
- Lars Bukdahl Nej, jeg har en idé om at bruge figuren i et ikke primært Dickensk ærinde. I say no more.
- Lars Bukdahl Er netop færdig med at at se Polanskis ikke uefne - god dunkel-intens stemning, fantastiske fjæs - filmatisering omsider. I underteksterne hedder han Den Listige Lurendrejer. Det er i hvert fald godt med ikke kun et ord, fordi Fagin & co. hele tiden forkorter til Dodger
- Rasmus Varnich Blumensaat Sandt, men trykfordelingen er sær hvis man bruger "lommetyv". Ikke at det behøver at vægte særligt højt i en oversættelse.
- Lars Bukdahl Der er jo også noget eufemistisk over navnet, at man netop ikke siger: tyv - Samvittighedsfuld Lommeundersøger (men jeg kan godt lide glatte)
Linea Maja Ernst lars, jeg sad virkelig virkelig og tænkte over, hvad der ville være en god oversættelse i går, var helt langt ude i ræve bag ørene og taskenspiller, men intet var helt perfekt, så jeg skrev ikke noget, og så drømte jeg altså i nat, at jeg mødte ham den bette Dodger, og fik spurgt hvad han hed på dansk, og han sagde "Mester Tricktyv!", hvor Mester vist var lidt som en titel eller et fornavn, ligesom Mester Jakob, og så stod vi og tænkte lidt over det, og så sagde han, "næh -- det er faktisk nok Den Mageløse Mester Tricktyv, når folk virkelig snakker".
jeg ved ikke om jeg synes det er det bedste bud, men dejligt at drømmeDodger ikke satte sit lys under skæppe ihvertfald.
Pia Juul Læs den her fantastiske bog og glæd dig over at du ikke skal oversætte den: http://www.theguardian.com/.../08/artful-ali-smith-review
www.theguardian.com
A fictional framework of grief and ghosts infuses these essays, originally given at Oxford in 2012, with a blood-warm intimacy, writes Victoria Segal
1. Den Lynende Lusker (Bo hr. Hansen)
2. Den Langfingrede Løjser (Sven Ørnø)
3. Mestersmutteren (Hans-Henrik T. Ohlsen)
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